It was an honor to read Mi Xiao Su's "Walking Toward Death with the Seniors". I found parts of it deeply relatable, so I wrote this. I originally wanted to make Cheng Mu a better person, but because of the scene where Xin Xi and Cheng Mu meet at the bar, I turned him into a villain. The ending should be a happy one, with no regrets. Lu Yichen died smiling, too. He said, "Xiao Chuan, you're in heaven. I can't see you there. I can only go to hell." The author took regret to its extreme, so I tried to make up for it here. The author called the preface a joke. Why a joke? Think about it carefully and it's terrifying. The author is very sly.
I hope people will stand up for what is right and resolve conflicts instead of taking their own lives. If a conflict can't be resolved, find a way to avoid it. If it's all part of some divine plan, then we're in a difficult position. Parents often impose their own will on their children. This comes from something passed down through generations of Chinese people. My dad wanted me to go to college because people of his generation didn't have the chance to study, and he wanted us to carry on that dream. So he smashed my guitar. Later, when I got a job, I replaced it, along with my effects pedals, using my own wages, and he stopped interfering. Even so, lately I've often felt guilty toward my parents for not finishing college and repaying them for raising me. Since I can't become a famous guitarist, now that I have a child, I hope they'll learn the guitar pieces I compose, or all this music will be lost. But I've also become somewhat Westernized, and if they have their own dream, I won't stand in their way. We shouldn't let ideas like these hold us back.
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